Tonight as I was putting Amelia to bed, she told me, "sometimes I have good dreams and sometimes I have bad dreams. When they are really bad, they are nightmares." She touched her right temple, "there is a grey bug on this side that gives me bad dreams," touches her left temple, "and a yellow bug on this side that gives me good dreams. We can take the grey bug out and the yellow bug will move in the middle and I'll just have good dreams."

A child's imagination is a great and curious thing.